Monday, April 17, 2006

My new baby


SWEET. I just got a new iPod last month. Thanks to my good friend who just came back from the states. I got the newest one, the one pictured on the left, the G5 iPod -- ultimo gwapito!! He's such a baby. Can't live without him.

I need scourging: I told myself not to sell my soul to Bill Gates and to the rest of the iPod devotees, but here I am, sporting white earphones with sand on my feet. (Yes, I'm still in Boracay). I was pretty happy with my boo (my Creative Zen XT), but it had a major hard disk problem (and fried all my USB ports in the process) and I had to send it to the states for repairs. It got well and was discharged after, with a $25 hospital bill, but my friend sent it via regular mail to the Philippines. FYI, that's no-no in the realm of postal service. So far, my friend mailed it last December and up to this date, I still think it lies between customs limbo and hands of its second hand owner. Shiiit, man. I used to ADORE that brick of metal .

After three days of agony, I finally succumbed in getting an iPod. After nights of thinking it would mean endless spending on add-ons, accessories and the oh-so-fantabulous Altec Lansing speakers that I have been drooling for the longest time. At the end, I still chose an iPod over the newest one from Creative. I dunno if its the dumbest idea ever.

At first it was an utter disappointment: the LCD is eating up the battery (only 4 hours usage with the LCD on), I can't play videos (m still figuring how this thing can play Cross Country and Arabesque) and I can't bookmark my KAPLAN lecture mp3s. Dang. But then, I tried to bring it down to the essential: play my music. As long as it can store 30 CDs of Broadway and 27 CDs of choral albums, I am happy. I recently found out that setting the LCD timer to 2 seconds extends the battery life. Now, I am content with it.

The Zen was a great jukebox, I can say. I remember having it in a wine and cheese party with the oldies in New York. I jacked it up in the TV, set my playlist to groove tunes and in two snaps away, we were drunk, singing I Want It That Way in our most grandiose bravado.

I am looking forward to those moments with this one. Hopefully, I can soon adjust to its shortcomings and nurture a long and lasting relationship with it.

Same goes to my REAL baby, which is entirely a different story.